I watched Blow Up by Antonioni last night for the first time. Its one of the most beautifully shot films that I have ever seen. I want a time machine to head to ’60s London, it doesn’t look anything like the city that I have been to. Also, Vanessa Redgrave is so elegant and foxy.
Antonioni is incredible, I can’t believe i’ve waited this long to watch his movies. Netflixing L’Aventura NOW!
i sort of wonder if our g-kids will notice the fact that i’m ‘bout to slap him, and that he is preparing a forcefield of defenses. vic falls is lovely though!
We were in Mfuwe, Zambia, recently.
I felt sorry for this guy; he must have had to scrunch himself up mad crazy to hide from immigration.
——shot of an official government poster inside the Mfuwe Airport…
dear santa,
i’m in love with peter beard (again),
even though he is a (hot) dirty old man.
the affordable version of the $6500+ collectors edition is available at TASCHEN for $100.
sean
pumpkin cupcakes and truffles, i love family dinner.
oh, no! the elephant is trying to get the cupcakes!
+ my work blocked tumblr
+ i decided not to tumble at home
+ i visited 8 countries that i hadn’t yet visited
+ i wrote about 145 pages of a novel
+ i made a lot of new friends and like la a lot more than i did six months ago
+ i quit smoking and started again
+ i got a new job
+ i decided to tumble again, because it helps me clear my thoughts sometimes, and i have been stuck on this novel thing for a few weeks
but anyways, hi tumblr, i missed you, and, i think i’m back…
+ i just realized that i am just trying to procrastinate
oh, well.
“hey guys, we’ve really got to move this along. i’ve got stella mccartney meeting me at the manse for a fitting and i’m having rosario slaughter a chicken in front of her….
…its fun to mess with vegans.”
-Karen Walker
(i watch this show while i’m on the eliptical so that i don’t feel as guilty)
i’m leaving at 1:30 today to fly down to san diego w/ Tom in his little red airplane. our friend’s new movie is playing in a little film festival and they are having a party.
if you’d like to see it, it’s called a four letter word, and its playing at the sunset five starting tonight. i saw it a few months ago and i vaguely remember it being cute and having some hot guys. more importantly, however, it features a great shot of my ass in biker shorts as i walk past david barton gym in chelsea.
and if we get back in time, i’m def coming to the farmer’s market meet-up! awesome!
boss (after muting phone): jesus christ, this woman is a fucking moron. did they just pass us off on their worst associate or something?
me: i think so.
boss (unmuting phone): ok, well, thanks, christina. i’ve got to jump on another call, sean will follow-up with you on monday.
boss (to me): can you call george and see about getting a new person to work on this, i don’t ever want to hear her voice again.
i’m really sensative when it comes to movies. i don’t like horror movies at all, because i don’t like seeing people get killed.
likewise, when i watch immensely tragic movies, like the pianist or hotel rawanda, i can’t help but being devastated. when i saw hotel rawanda, my friend had to help me out of the back door of the theater because i was bawling so hard i could barely walk. when i watch a movie like this, i see all of the people being shot and all of the bodies as real people, because it really happened.
i’m ok with this, i wouldn’t want to be any different. i should feel devestated.
tonight i watched a movie called “a love to hide.” it was vaguely about gay victims of ww2, which hit hard, i did a term paper on the subject once, and it brought back all of the gruesome, unhuman stories which i had read.
the worst part though is the realization that there are people in this world that are still alive, still suffering just as badly, and i do very little to nothing to try to help.
tomorrow, i’ll wake up, maybe remember this and feel sad and write a letter for amnesty international to make myself feel like i’m doing something, but, pretty quickly after that, forget.
i don’t want to forget.
